Because I Fell in Love ~ Carl Grimes

Chapter 5

Rule #13

The trust no one rule is bullshit, you just have to be careful and find the right people

Rule #14

Never bring up the tragic backstories, just don't

Rule #15

Never blame yourself for your horrible life because of this apocalypse, nobody was prepared for this

"Hey you two want to go on supply run? Bonnie you know this place pretty well, you can lead," Michonne said to us as we walked downstairs together.

"Sure, we can loot any of the houses around here. I've left these houses alone. I figured if I ever couldn't sleep in my house for whatever reason, zombies, people taking over, or something completely random, I'd still have supplies in other houses and wouldn't be shit out of luck. You can pick a house and we can go for it," I explained to her and Carl seemed impressed.

"I see why you're writing that guide. I'd never think to do that," Carl stated and I didn't know if he was trying to make me feel better about myself since what happened minutes ago or if he genuinely meant it.

"I'm hick not an idiot," I responded as Rick came out to talk to Carl and asked when we'd be back. Carl stilled seemed out of it because of Judith and I couldn't blame him. I mean shit, I'm still getting choked up talking about a girl that died two freaking years ago.

When they finished their conversation, we were on our way and we tackled one house at a time. However, Michonne split up from the two of us as she went to the house next to the house we searched.

"You two yell if you need help. I think you can handle yourselves," she told both of us before walking into the other house.

"I'll go first to make sure nothing is lurking inside. I probably would have heard it over the years if something was but you never know," I explained to him as I opened up the door and we walked inside heading towards the kitchen. "You want to get food and I'll look for other essentials?" I asked him and he nodded.

"Sounds good, hopefully they have good stuff in the pantry. I'll meet you outside when I'm done. Be careful okay?" He said to me and the slight concern in his voice was heartwarming to hear.

"Don't worry, I can handle myself just fine. I mean I'm still kicking it now, ain't I?" I joked as I headed upstairs to the bedrooms and it looked like the family that lived here, left before they ever got to turn.

All the clothes were missing and there weren't many pictures or valuables still laying around. Good thing they didn't take all their books with them. Books have literally been the only thing keeping me sane these past few years. Without them, hell, I'd be bored out of mind and probably would have blown my brains out. Anyways, I took all the books I could fit into these bags that I knew I didn't have already. After clearing out the living room, the bedrooms, and dining room, I headed to the bathrooms praying for anything.

With my great luck that I've always seemed to have when it came to supplies, I found toothpaste, floss, medications, vitamins, and that always important period supplies. I wished I had luck when it came to keeping those around me alive cause I'm always shit out luck when it comes to that. At least I've been surviving fine. That has to count for something right?

Once I finished clearing out the bathroom, along with the other rooms I had to clear out, I walked into the kitchen and Carl wasn't in there. He managed to clear the useful and actually edible things in the pantry and with that I headed outside to meet him.

"Got a lot of stuff I hope?" I asked him as he was sitting on the steps of the porch just lost in his thoughts.

"Huh, yeah. I guess. I mean it's not nearly as much as we have in your duffel bag but it's enough," he responded seeming out of it but who could blame him, he's just getting over a death or at least he thinks is a death.